On the street, Ye Feng stood on the road where Jiang Tian was about to walk. He looked around, aimed at a beggar and said, "Hey, just touch that man and I'll give you a gold coin. How about that?"
One gold coin is equivalent to ten thousand yuan. When the beggar heard this, he immediately nodded knowing that the other person's status was extraordinary. The worst he could do was get beaten up.
The beggar walked over without hesitation.
"Huh?" In front of Jiang Tian, a guard saw a beggar approaching slowly. He frowned and suddenly shouted: "Get away."
The beggar gritted his teeth and rushed towards Jiang Tian.
"Seeking death!" The guard looked coldly, took a step forward, kicked out, and kicked the beggar away.
"Hmph, I thought it was some weak warrior who wanted to assassinate me. I didn't expect him to be just a beggar with no martial arts skills." Jiang Tian shook his head and sighed, no longer looking at the beggar, and turned around.
About to leave.
Unexpectedly, the beggar ignored his injuries and jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Jiang Tian.
"Peng!" A black shadow flashed past, and the beggar was kicked away by the guard just now.
Jiang Tian frowned and looked at the beggar, "Begging, what do you want to do?"
"I...I just want to touch you." The beggar stuttered.
"Okay, I'll let you touch it."
The beggar was overjoyed and stretched out his hand without hesitation, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Tian grabbed his hand fiercely.
"Crack!" The sound of broken bones sounded, and the beggar's face was twisted in pain.
"You met me, right? Are you satisfied?" Jiang Tian sneered, looking at the beggar with playful eyes like a cat catching a mouse.
"Tell me, who asked you to play this game with me."
The beggar trembled and pointed at Ye Feng with his other finger, "He..."
"Huh?" Jiang Tian and the guards all looked at Ye Feng.
"Damn it, you are so unprincipled, are you betraying me like this?" Ye Feng pointed at the beggar dejectedly.
"Who are you?" Jiang Tian looked at Ye Feng with a smile, but his eyes had already locked onto Ye Feng.
"Passing by, a soy sauce guy." Ye Feng said vaguely.
Jiang Tianmeng's face turned cold, and at the same time a terrible fighting spirit enveloped Ye Feng, "Why don't you tell me the purpose of your coming, I don't like playing games."
"Damn it, I'm just trying out your skills. There's no need to use a knife or a gun. It'll hurt your kindness. Why don't I treat you? Let's find a place to have a drink." Ye Feng immediately became depressed. He was just here to watch.
I want to see if Jiang Tian deserves to die, but I haven’t planned to fight him now. Now that Lei Fengjian is gone and the little bastard is gone, it would be too forced to let him deal with the master suspected of being Emperor Wu with his bare hands.
"Try my cultivation? Do you have the qualifications?" Jiang Tian looked disdainfully and stepped forward, but the terrible pressure increased by one point.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Ye Feng's momentum increased, Jiang Tian's fighting spirit became even higher.
"Haha, I didn't expect to be a master. I like to fight against masters." Jiang Tian sneered, and fiercely pulled out a full-moon scimitar from his waist. An overwhelming pressure surged from Jiang Tian to Ye Feng.
The scimitar emitted a cold light in his hand. "Killing is also a kind of fun."
"Your grandpa, you're going to fight me to the death, right?" Ye Feng immediately became depressed, and at the same time threw out six gold coins and said: "Beggar, even though you betrayed me when you came up, I won't care about you.
.One gold coin is agreed upon, and the other five gold coins can be used to see a doctor."
Jiang Tian looked at Ye Feng coldly, and Ye Feng also looked at Jiang Tian. The momentum of the two people confronted each other in the air, making a dull crackling sound.
"There are too many people on this street, so it's not suitable for fighting? Also, you have a knife, damn, I don't have anything. Do you think it's fun to fight like this? Why don't you wait ten or eight years before fighting? I will definitely not run away." Ye Feng
He said with a depressed look.
"Hmph, you don't have weapons yourself but you can't blame others. A passer-by is incompetent and is wrongly killed, but you blame the strong for fighting. Is this a ridiculous reason for the weak to survive? It seems that in this world, you still don't have the idea that the strong are respected.
I don’t understand.”
Ye Feng looked around, then took an iron rod and shouted: "If you don't want to die, get away, but I can't get away even if I want to, it's your uncle's fault."
Ye Feng felt aggrieved. He had already felt that Jiang Tian's strength was terrifying. It was definitely superior to Zhang Hui's back then. The full-moon scimitar in Jiang Tian's hand reflected a faint red light under the scorching sun in the sky, as if it was stained.
The bright blood was obvious at first glance. It was not ordinary. Ye Feng felt even more depressed. If he had known it, he would not have refined the Thunder Wind Sword to Gu Wuyan.
"Boy, are you ready?"
"It's your mother's fault. Your grandfather Ye Feng has a name and a surname. If you continue to scream nonsense, I won't recognize you as my grandson."
The corner of Jiang Tian's mouth twitched twice, and his face was instantly covered by a wave of ice coldness. He said coldly: "You are dead!"
"Woo..." Jiang Tian fiercely waved his hand, and the Full Moon Scimitar let out gusts of wind whistling and flew towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng stood up, jumped and hid.
"Whoosh!"
Jiang Tian rushed forward and kicked him hard.
"Peng!" Ye Feng just dodged the full moon scimitar. In his haste, he only had time to block his chest with his arms before he was kicked away by Jiang Tian.
At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly heard the sound of wind behind him.
"No!" Ye Feng suddenly turned around and blocked the iron rod in his hand in front of him.
"Dang!" The iron rod in Ye Feng's hand was hit hard by the full-moon scimitar. Sparks shot out in the air, but the scimitar was not knocked down and spun away at a weird angle.
"Peng!"
Almost at the same time, as Ye Feng turned around, Jiang Tian kicked Ye Feng hard on the back again, causing Ye Feng to vomit blood and fly out.
"Not bad. You can dodge my blow. Don't die too quickly. Play with me for a while." Jiang Tian had a cold smile on his lips.
"Bump!" A crisp sound sounded, and the iron rod in Ye Feng's hand suddenly split into two pieces.
"What a terrifying scimitar. It broke the iron rod with just one collision. If it hit me," Ye Feng's face suddenly turned cold as he thought about it.
"What? Are you scared?" Jiang Tian looked at Ye Feng very proudly.
"I'm afraid of you idiot." Ye Feng stood up suddenly and spun his legs at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.
Aeolian legs!
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
Ten consecutive kicks at the speed of one kick, lightning-like moves. However, at this time Jiang Tian also showed his true tyranny. He actually kicked out ten kicks at lightning speed. These ten kicks were both powerful and fast.
No worse than Fengshen legs.
Ye Feng took five big steps back with "thump, thump, thump, thump," and so did Jiang Tian. Both of them staggered a few times before they stabilized their bodies.
At this time, Ye Feng was convinced that the opponent's cultivation level was only higher than that of Zhang Hui, and that the Fengshen Kick was one of his special moves. However, Jiang Tian's ten legs just now were a complete instinctive reaction. The instinctive reaction was as good as his special move.
It was immediately obvious who was higher and who was lower.
Jiang Tian said coldly: "These ten legs have some skills, and finally they didn't disappoint me."
At this time, more and more people were watching around. The series of confrontations between Ye Feng and Jiang Tian was actually completed in an instant. The collision of energy even affected the people who were watching the battle at the beginning. Fortunately, Ye Feng roared before and
No one died. But because of this, more and more people were watching.